I Created the World

At the same time, in Mexico City, the capital of Mexico.

While Blood of Blood planned to secretly control Europe, Han Fei, in a black suit, walked slowly out of a luxury mansion somewhere in the city alone.

There is a pool party inside, and the music can be heard clearly even outside the manor.

In the manor, the men and women are strategizing, talking and laughing. Outside the manor and on the top of the building, dozens of people with guns are guarding and guarded.

Han Fei hadn't arrived yet. The six men in black suits outside immediately raised their hands and shouted loudly in Spanish.

Han Fei's footsteps did not stop, and he slowly walked forward.

The six men almost didn't think about it, and they shot at Han Fei without any second inquiry.

Looking at the bullets flying in the sky, Han Fei carelessly waved his hand, and all the bullets flew to half, and then they rewinded and shot the six men in black into horse honeycombs.

These six people fell to the ground in full without even screaming, and the people in the manor were too loud to hear the gunshots outside. They were still immersed in the fiery atmosphere of the party.

Han Fei walked to the electronic iron door, put his hand on it, and saw a black light suddenly illuminate.

The whole iron door crashed out, and it flew out towards the back, hitting the bodyguards it felt inside.

boom!

Two heavy iron doors seven to eight meters long, five or six black bodyguards rushed over to the wall behind them, and then see the blood overflowing, quickly spilled to the ground.

Han Fei stepped into the manor without hurrying and looked up to the third floor of the manor house.

And all the bodyguards in the manor found this uninvited guest, they almost reacted at the same time, and pulled the trigger crazy towards Han Fei.

"Da da da!"

Dense bullets poured out like raindrops.

Many guests in the manor finally heard the gunshots at this time, screaming one by one and fled in all directions.

Facing the overwhelming bullets, Han Fei's figure suddenly disappeared in front of them.

As they stunned their eyes wide open, a black figure appeared in the air, and then fell towards the villa's third floor outdoor swimming pool.

"Extraordinary!!"

All the bodyguards have reacted, and people who can jump up to seven or eight meters high, except for the extraordinary, no one else can do it.

Han Fei fell on the edge of the swimming pool. There were more than a dozen dressed women in swimsuits and a group of bodyguards in black suits.

Han Fei looked indifferent. Instead of looking at these people, he looked at the group of people at the end of the pool.

They did not wear a suit, but a group of men in casual clothes, of different ages.

This group of people is the leader of the Gulf Group, one of Mexico's largest drug trafficking groups, and all high-level people gather here.

When Han Fei appeared, they stood up with Huo Ran at once, and some of them were already guarding them, and then quickly said something.

This group of drug lords changed their looks slightly, and apparently already knew that Han Fei was an extraordinary person. They did not dare to stay for a long time. They got up in a hurry and ran downstairs.

Han Fei looked indifferent, he came to this group of people, naturally it is impossible for them to run away.

Han Fei's figure moved into a black shadow again, disappearing into place in a flash.

In less than ten seconds, Han Fei had arrived first and appeared in front of the group of drug lords.

The group of bodyguards immediately attacked when they pulled out their guns, Han Fei sneered and waved his hand.

The power of the black destruction rune burst out, and those people's fingers were shattered by the black light as soon as they put their fingers on the trigger, and then they fell to the ground neatly.

Han Fei took a step forward and pinched the throat of a middle-aged man in front of him. This man was the boss of the Gulf Group, Carlos Morales.

When the bodyguards saw that the boss was caught, they suddenly dared not shoot.

But the person standing behind Han Fei did not have this scrutiny and immediately aimed at him and shot.

Han Fei seemed to have eyes in the back, and the other hand cut across the back.

A sharp blood line suddenly appeared on the neck of the person who had just shot, and then he covered the spurting blood and fell down one by one.

This time, whether it was possible to shoot or not, they were all terrified, and they dared not move.

"Who, who sent you! I, pay three times, no no no, ten times! Ten times the price for you!"

Carlos Morales was squeezed in the throat by Han Fei, knowing that his life had been squeezed in the palm of his hand.

Han Fei killed so many people without blinking his eyelids, which shows that he didn't care about the lives of their people.

Carlos saw Han Fei's face as an Oriental. He was afraid that he couldn't understand Spanish, and he specifically said this in English.

The only thing he prays now is that the other party can be moved by money.

Han Fei's mouth showed an arc, reaching out and patting Carlos' face hard, saying in fluent Spanish, "Ten times is not enough to buy your dog's life, I want... all the money in your account ."

Carlos looked miserable, but at this time, for his own life, he dared not agree, "No problem, no problem!"

Han Fei slowly took a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Carlos, "transfer money to this account."

Carlos hurriedly took the note and put it in his trouser pocket, but feared that Han Fei would mistake him for a gun and said carefully, "I want to take my cell phone, call the accountant and let him transfer money. "

Han Fei looked at him lightly and didn't speak. It seemed to be acquiescence.

Carlos reached out and slowly took out the phone from his pocket, then dialed a phone call in front of him, and transferred all the money in his account according to the account given by Han Fei.

It didn't take long for Han Fei to hear a phone prompt.

He took out his mobile phone and glanced at the series of zeros in the text message. They were too lazy to count how many. Instead, he glanced at the big drug lord with a smile, and continued, "There are also Swiss banks and the United States. Banks and accounts in the Cayman Islands."

Carlos' face suddenly disappeared. He had multiple hidden accounts. Although the outside world can guess, but they can accurately tell the location of these accounts, only those within their group know.

He was furious in his heart, knowing that there must have been a spy inside.

"Don't waste my time."

Carlos really wanted to cry without tears at this time. He worked hard all his life for this money. Now that he has to give up all his brain, how can he be reconciled.

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